We need to discuss this after your last class. Eighteen don’t mean grown.
Me
I’m on the way. Ain’t no boyfriend.
Mom
Everybody pump your brakes. Ivey, I will handle this.
Mom
Marquise, meeting today at Noise Level headquarters at 3:00. Do not come by my house.
Mom
Malcolm, don’t text or pressure your sister for an answer.
My eyes took in the time, leaving me with an hour to get dressed and out the door. Traffic in California was insane, but the quality of life remains unmatched.
Me
What about Pops?
Mom
Do you really want to know the details?
Malcolm
TMI
Pops
Niecy, I’m ready to be convinced.
I made the vomit noise as I dropped the phone heading to the bathroom.
Erin exited the bathroom, with everything fitting her curvy body.
“Do you not know what a yeast infection is?” I asked.
Those high waisted trouser pants sat in the crease of her ass to perfection. The cut of her white shirt put the girls front and center.
“I’m going to work,” she said, and I said no with my head.
Erin sucked her teeth before she turned the doorknob to leave. Thirty minutes later, I entered the living room to both Jhae and Erin yapping about nothing. They hovered next to each other and by the hand motions, they were swiping.
“Bestie, I didn’t get to see any pictures,” I said, and Erin dismissed me with her eyes.
“Anyway, Jhae, a few people want to connect with us. I met a dope-ass photographer. I will send you over his portfolio, but he understood the vision we’re going for. People went crazy when the Icey single dropped. It was a vibe,” Erin said.
I was going to interrupt, but I needed more information about her night.
“Is that Noah?” Jhae asked, and Erin froze.
Jhae mouthed I’m sorry which was a dead giveaway they had a past.
“Later,” Erin murmured and Jhae’s brows crowded at her friend.
